Sunshine

Today was a gloriously sunny day in Toronto.  After a week of rolling fogs, misty rain, downpours and thunderstorms, the sun, finally shone, and it was brilliant.
Amon in the hospital means that he has never been outside.  He doesn't know what a tree looks like, or birds, the sky, or the sun.  I can't wait to lie with him under a tree, looking up at the sunlight through the leaves; plant his little feet on the cool grass; show him the sun-sparkles on water.
I can't wait for him to have a breath of fresh air, with Michael and I, together, in the real world.